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Do NOT read if you have a weak stomach:

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When I was eight years old, I was picking raspberries from the bush that my Daddy grew in the yard. When I brought them inside, I screamed when I saw that a little mouse came in with me. My daddy came to see what was wrong and I told him a mouse had just run under the closet door. He decided to get a BB gun to remedy the problem. I was on the stairs trying to make sure that I wouldn't be bit by a mouse. My daddy patiently awaited the mouse's appearance. It finally appeared and my dad shot it with his BB gun. I went from being scared to being upset that he killed a little defenseless mouse. I got a box to put him in so he could be properly buried. When I saw the mouse, this is the conversation that took place.

Me: Daddy his guts look like spaghetti
Him: That's what spaghetti is made from
Me: No it's not
Him: I wouldn't lie to you
Me: but spaghetti is really lon
Him: They glue the pieces together
Me: What about macaroni?
Him: It's made from mouse's knees
Me: That's gross! I'm never eating macaroni and cheese again.

It took a long time before I found out that he lied to me that day. It took a longer time before I would eat form of pasta again!


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